Well here I am just killing a little time catching up on me fellow bloggers, whilst deciding upon what to do with last nights left over’s from a great piece of lamb before tonight’s dreaded twelve hour shift, when it dawned on me “bloody hell it’s February already”. Now I realise that this is not a great shock to you out there as most of you upon reading this will think ‘idiot, course its February’, but the point is its February ALREADY! I mean to say, hells teeth that’s a twelfth of the year gone already! And what on earth happened to January?
Now I’m not having one of my many (ask Clare) mid-life traumas but I really feel that time is passing me by at a phenomenal rate of knots and that so far this year I’ve not really made a 100% use of the time available, yes I’ve got excuses, work, weather, not yet up to full fitness blah, blah, blah, but that is exactly what they are, excuses. So from this day forth I’m determined not to let another minute go by with out it being used for something productive towards enriching mine and Clare’s outdoornessey (yes I know it’s not a proper word but it should be!). After all you just don’t know when your short, flash in the pan, life will end it’s merry journey do you? When Mr. Death and his rather useful scythe (reaping souls, hay and a host of other uses) comes a calling one day I want to be able to look back along the trial that I’ve followed and think to myself – well, that was a adventure, now on to the next one.
So if any of you out there get the feeling that I’m slacking please feel free to give me a timely reminder too get ‘out there! Oh and I think that’ll be lamb rissoles for supper….